Chapter 1752

So that her hands are still open position, stiff do not know where to put.

A Yao suddenly laughs. He grabs her hands and makes her encircle his waist. He can't help but open his eyes.

"Sister qinger, this is a complete embrace." The young man's clear and slightly hoarse voice sounded in her ears, with the vigorous heat blowing into her ears, she even felt his lips inadvertently touch her ear, making her whole body hair stand up.

Too Too Before she could think of a suitable word to describe her mood, she felt a hot hand on her waist and shoulder.

A Yao put a hand on her waist, one hand around her shoulder, it was a very standard posture of hugging. Although intimate, but not too much, tilt son has no room to refuse.

“…… Is that enough? " She spit out these words in a vicious voice.

"No Ah Yao seemed to be satisfied. He buried his face between her neck and rubbed it gently. He was a head taller than her. It was not easy to do this, but he did, like a cute and sticky little milk dog.

Qing'er was numb by his rubbing scalp, so she had to close her eyes and recite the physics formula in her heart with hatred. At last, this method had some effect. Her attention was successfully diverted to a part, but it was only part of it. She still could not ignore the strong existence on her body.

"All right, all right, let go!" Qing'er, regardless of whether the time has come or not, can't bear to push him.

Ah Yao snorted a little discontented, probably for fear that she would be angry, so he obediently let her go. However, at the moment of separation, they did not know whether they intended or not. His thin lips even wiped her forehead, as if it were a dragonfly kiss.

Qing'er stepped back two steps as fast as being electrified and glared at him: "Hello! You've got an inch to go, son of a bitch

A Yao's eyes are full of smile, his explanation is not sincere: "Qing'er elder sister, I didn't mean to."

…… Stupid people believe you!

"All right, you can hold it. Go and wash the dishes." Tilt son looked at his smile on the face of anger.

He nodded obediently: "I'll cut some fruit for sister qinger first."

Then he turned and went to the kitchen.

Qing'er stares at his back for a long time, then grabs a pillow and ravages it into various shapes. It looks very angry.

She can't think of it. The boy grew up with respect. Both uncle Jiang and aunt Jingtong are very concerned about him. According to the truth, he doesn't lack love So, why does he stick to her like that? Like a child, to comfort, to embrace, to kiss

The more she thought about it, the more headache she felt. This dead boy may not feel it. For him, holding her is no different from his aunt baojingtong But she is a normal woman, or an adult woman! If they kept a distance, she would not have any idea, but they were getting along day and night, and the boy asked her to give her a little intimacy and comfort from time to time It's hard to keep her heart at rest!

The more I think about it, the more depressed I feel, and I hate the pillow in my hand. Wrong step, wrong step, she shouldn't have taken him in at the beginning!

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